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Emperor?! He is the Emperor?!
He is the Jin Yuan Emperor, Sima Rui!
Sima Langye. Sima Rui.
What has blinded my heart and eyes—making me repeatedly evade everything around me—
The Jin Yuan Emperor, Sima Rui, was not just crowned as "Langya Wang" when he ascended to the throne in Jiangnan?
Sima Langye is none other than Sima Rui?!
In the fourth year of Jianxing, the Xiongnu noble Liu Yao sent troops to attack and besiege Chang'an. The supplies in Chang'an were cut off, and later the Western Jin's Jin Min Emperor surrendered and was subsequently killed. The Western Jin fell.
In the first year of Daxing, when news of the death of Emperor Min reached Jiankang, as a member of the royal family, Langya Wang Sima Rui donned mourning attire to grieve. Three days later, Sima Rui ascended to the throne, establishing the Eastern Jin.
Moreover, according to historical records, Sima Rui's ability to inherit the throne from Langya Wang was inseparable from the support of the Wang family, which is why Wang Dao became his close friend. The Wang family, as a prominent aristocratic clan, supported him since his time as Langya Wang and continues to do so now as Jin Yuan Emperor Sima Rui!
Perhaps I am the only one who didn't know; Sister Dan Yi must have known everything from the start. The reason she kept it from me must be at Brother Sima's behest, or perhaps they had agreed on everything before I even found out, promising not to tell me anything. And Brother Sima must also know Sister Dan Yi's true identity. Am I just a naive child, completely oblivious? If I hadn't discovered this today, would they have continued to keep it from me?!
No wonder the renowned Wang Dao is his friend and treats him with such respect. No wonder that shopkeeper readily gave them the private room during our first meeting; it must have been prepared for him all along. No wonder Shen Jue was so angry with me?! No wonder there are so many people secretly protecting him?! No wonder it was so difficult for me to shake off those who were following me when I returned?! No wonder he remained unfazed by all those extravagant decorations at Spring Garden?! Just imagine someone who is accustomed to the most luxurious and grand palaces in the world—and he is their master—would he even bat an eye at such trivialities?! From beginning to end, it was my ignorance; I had seen everything long ago but simply chose not to delve deeper into it.
I always thought that no matter what differences existed between us, regardless of who Sister Dan Yi and Brother Sima were, it wouldn’t affect our relationship. But today I realized how foolish I truly am!
Ha ha. I chuckled lightly. How ridiculous; what does fate mean to me? At this point, should I laugh bitterly or cry out loud?
Stumbling back home, strangely enough, I felt remarkably calm, my thoughts showing no signs of disturbance. Expressionless, I gazed into the darkness ahead and at the distant brilliance belonging to the palace at night. Lanterns flickering.
Why does this golden splendor appear desolate in my eyes? What does it matter if there is prosperity? Nowhere feels like where I belong. Everything will become history. For the first time, I felt helpless—not only could I not control my fate or history but everything before me seemed to mock me—mocking my naivety and my foolishness!
Is leaving truly my only choice?
I clenched my fists tightly and made a silent vow: I will leave! Leave this place!
I do not want to be one of the many consorts. I do not want to be just a small figure among thousands.
The original lightness and indifference were built on the foundation that the person in question was no one significant. But that person is the Emperor, and now, everyone in the harem is vying for the favor of Brother Sima! Everything is different now—
No matter how things change in the future, once I know all the truths, I can never return to a state of calm indifference, nor can I go back to a naive mindset free of worries...
Ah, I recall that saying: Drunken Dreaming was merely a joke she made with me. The more you try to forget certain things, the more firmly they take root in your memory. When there are things you cannot obtain, all you can do is not forget them.
Is Drunken Dreaming just a joke fate played on me?!
I took a deep breath in the cool evening breeze and smiled lightly. Since fate has decided to confront me, then no matter what lies ahead, I will walk forward without hesitation. Not for anyone else, but for myself, for the person living in this era.
I always thought that after such a long time, I had grown accustomed to everything here, accustomed to women having no status, accustomed to everything those women in the palace did. But now, I realize that once I see through all the facts, everything still feels like a dream—a world I can never truly belong to.
My heart tightened painfully; it felt as if I could not stand upright. I did not know whether it was heartache or numbness—my chest hurt more and more, and it was unbearable—
Struggling my way to Jiu Nian Xuan, as usual, I climbed over the wall. But just as I leaped onto the high wall, a sudden sharp pain struck me. My balance faltered, my strength vanished, and I fell straight down with a thud against the ground. It hurt so much—
I let out a groan and tried to struggle back up, but my limbs grew weaker and weaker. It was so uncomfortable; my chest hurt so badly that I could hardly breathe. My breathing quickened as another wave of pain hit my chest; darkness suddenly enveloped my vision, and my thoughts became chaotic—I gradually lost all sensation—
In my unconsciousness, I did not even notice a single tear slowly slipped from the corner of my tightly closed eyes...
"What are you doing this for?" A slender finger gently brushed against the pale and tender face of the sleeping girl, wiping away that tear with a heartache-filled gaze as he murmured softly.
After a long while, he used the edge of his white robe to wipe away the blood at her lips. He bent down and picked up the girl who had fallen to the ground, looking down at her delicate features with concern. He carefully tidied her disheveled hair; her beautiful face had her lips pressed tightly together. With a soft sigh, he protectively cradled her against his chest and gracefully disappeared into the misty darkness while holding her.
"Ugh... it hurts so much; water—I need water..." My head throbbed painfully; my chest hurt too; my whole body was in pain. Who was it that plotted against me while I was asleep?! (At this moment, she had no idea she had fallen from the wall last night and was now sore all over. Plus, an old injury had flared up... Well, surviving is already good enough; she still didn't know how serious it was—blaming that something... feeling ashamed.)
I struggled to sit up while rubbing my forehead but ended up collapsing back onto the bed. Luckily, I had laid down velvet; it was soft and gentle—otherwise falling on it would have caused internal injuries!
"Yun Ying—water!" I cried out with my eyes tightly shut due to pain.
Just as I was about to shout again, warm hands gently lifted my limp body and let me lean against him. A bowl of water was brought timely to my parched lips; I eagerly drank from it while the sound of my throat swallowing made him chuckle softly beside me.
I suddenly opened my eyes, stopping the motion of drinking water. Ignoring the pain in my body, I turned to look at the stunning man with a gentle smile in his eyes, gazing at me. I exclaimed, "Old Buddy?!"
He smiled widely, but as he did, he inadvertently pulled at the wound on his chest and winced, bending over to rest against my shoulder until the pain subsided.
"Ah... Little Girl," the man above me sighed. "When will you take better care of yourself so that I can rest easy?" He gently patted my back to help me breathe easier.
I leaned against him and chuckled lightly, "Old Buddy, you're back." It felt so comforting to snuggle up like before; I sighed contentedly. The fresh, clear scent of chrysanthemums was just like it used to be. It was delightful and uplifting.
"Was it you last time?" I casually asked while fiddling with the buttons on his collar. I knew he understood I was referring to the time when he carried me back to my room after I got drunk. Thinking about that incident made my cheeks flush; I couldn't remember what embarrassing things I might have done while intoxicated. When I woke up the next day and saw brooms scattered all over the yard and the garden in disarray, along with Yun Ying's suppressed laughter, I realized I had done quite a few "good deeds."
"What's this? Now you know to blush?" Sang Qin couldn't help but smile at the thought of the girl who had been singing loudly while clutching a broom.
She truly was a unique girl. From the first time he saw her at Xie Yushi's family banquet, he knew she was unlike any other woman. Her expression was cunning and sly, yet she was kind and gentle towards those weaker than herself. At that family banquet, where everyone was dressed extravagantly and laughter filled the air, Sang Qin initially thought attending was going to be dreadfully boring. However, there she was, tucked away in a dark corner, enjoying her food with an air of indifference that was both relaxed and intriguing. He found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her. He ended up sitting there seriously until she casually recited a poem mocking those dull people before leaving in disgust.
Moreover, as someone skilled in disguise, he could easily see how she deliberately enhanced her lips and brows to tone down her brilliance. Her resemblance to Ranran only made it harder for him to look away. In fact, he had visited her a few years ago, but back then she had been timid and dull-witted, lacking the spirit and sharpness of Ranran from years past. Naturally, he had felt disappointed. Yet now that he returned after just one absence, she seemed transformed into someone dazzling that one couldn't help but stare at.
What could have caused such a change? Though curious, he chose silence; as long as this troublesome girl was happy, what else mattered?
Indeed, he had never encountered anyone quite like her, especially not a woman.
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